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Dream last night which involved the car breaking down on what was supposedly the Mass Pike (but wasn't, yet was, I'm fairly sure, the same highway/interchange I'd visited in a random other dream some months ago). I duplicated myself, left one to watch the car, and primary-me hoofed it the quarter-mile to the next exit. The problem was that the duplicate would move in synchronicity when I did, so I was worried that the turns etc. I needed to make to get to a gas station or the like would end the clone up wandering into highway traffic.
In the town, I ended up in a thrift store to look for clothes for Burning Man, particularly warm stuff for evening time. Was considering a black brocade coat when the Helpful Sales Person started indicating me towards some other stuff, including a finely detailed painting of King George VI, only it was from the 18th century. At some point I focused in on the map of Spain in the painting behind him and, in cheezy movie effect, as the camera panned out I was in the Duke of Wellington's office, where he was planning the invasion of Spain (which was at that point allied with Napoleon). I think I was interviewing him. Only the Duke was this guy I went to junior high with, who I haven't seen nor heard of since I was 14. TEH END
Bonus material: I've long been using a quick banana milk shake recipe from the fun cookbook with the hideously long title, which is most simple: blender some ice cubes, a banana, and .5 cup of milk. This morning, I made it a bit more well-rounded by throwing in .3 cup apple juice and two scoops of protein powder. Tastes pretty darn good, too.
In the town, I ended up in a thrift store to look for clothes for Burning Man, particularly warm stuff for evening time. Was considering a black brocade coat when the Helpful Sales Person started indicating me towards some other stuff, including a finely detailed painting of King George VI, only it was from the 18th century. At some point I focused in on the map of Spain in the painting behind him and, in cheezy movie effect, as the camera panned out I was in the Duke of Wellington's office, where he was planning the invasion of Spain (which was at that point allied with Napoleon). I think I was interviewing him. Only the Duke was this guy I went to junior high with, who I haven't seen nor heard of since I was 14. TEH END
Bonus material: I've long been using a quick banana milk shake recipe from the fun cookbook with the hideously long title, which is most simple: blender some ice cubes, a banana, and .5 cup of milk. This morning, I made it a bit more well-rounded by throwing in .3 cup apple juice and two scoops of protein powder. Tastes pretty darn good, too.
